there was once a sculptor1, named alfred, who having won the
large gold medal and obtained a travelling scholarship, went to italy,
and then came back to his native land. he was young at that time-
indeed, he is young still, although he is ten years older than he
was then. on his return, he went to visit one of the little towns in
the island of zealand. the whole town knew who the stranger was; and one of the richest men in the place gave a party in his honor, and all who were of any consequence, or who possessed2 some property, were invited. it was quite an *nt, and all the town knew of it, so that
it was not necessary to announce it by beat of drum.
apprentice-boys, children of the poor, and *n the poor people
themselves, stood before the house, watching the lighted windows;
and the watchman might easily fancy he was giving a party also,
there were so many people in the streets. there was quite an air of
festivity about it, and the house was full of it; for mr. alfred,
the sculptor, was there. he talked and told anecdotes3, and *ry one
listened to him with pleasure, not unmingled with awe4; but none felt
so much respect for him as did the elderly widow of a naval5 officer.
she seemed, so far as mr. alfred was concerned, to be like a piece
of fresh blotting-* that absorbed all he said and asked for
*. she was very appreciative6, and incredibly ignorant- a kind of
female gaspar hauser.
"i should like to see rome," she said; "it must be a lovely
city, or so many foreigners would not be constantly arriving there.
now, do give me a description of rome. how does the city look when you enter in at the gate?"
"i cannot very well describe it," said the sculptor; "but you
enter on a large open *, in the centre of which stands an obelisk,
which is a thousand years old."
"an organist!" exclaimed the lady, who had n*r heard the word
'obelisk.' s*ral of the guests could scarcely forbear laughing,
and the sculptor would have had some difficulty in keeping his
countenance, but the smile on his lips faded away; for he caught sight
of a pair of dark-blue eyes close by the side of the inquisitive7 lady.
they belonged to her daughter; and surely no one who had such a
daughter could be silly. the mother was like a fountain of
questions; and the daughter, who listened but n*r spoke8, might
have passed for the beautiful maid of the fountain. how charming she
was! she was a study for the sculptor to contemplate9, but not to
converse with; for she did not speak, or, at least, very seldom.
"has the pope a great family?" inquired the lady.
the young man answered considerately, as if the question had
been a different one, "no; he does not come from a great family."
"that is not what i asked," persisted the widow; "i mean, has he a
wife and children?"
"the pope is not allowed to marry," replied the gentleman.
"i don't like that," was the lady's remark.
she certainly might have asked * sensible questions; but if she
had not been allowed to say just what she liked, would her daughter
have been there, leaning so gracefully10 on her shoulder, and looking
straight before her, with a smile that was almost mournful on her
face?
mr. alfred again spoke of italy, and of the glorious colors in
italian scenery; the purple hills, the deep blue of the mediterranean,
the azure11 of southern skies, whose brightness and glory could only
be surpassed in the north by the deep-blue eyes of a maiden12; and he
said this with a peculiar13 intonation14; but she who should have
understood his meaning looked quite unconscious of it, which also
was charming.
"beautiful italy!" sighed some of the guests.
"oh, to travel there!" exclaimed others.
"charming! charming!" echoed from *ry voice.
"i may perhaps win a hundred thousand dollars in the lottery,"
said the naval officer's widow; "and if i do, we will travel- i and my
daughter; and you, mr. alfred, must be our guide. we can all three
travel together, with one or two * of our good friends." and she
nodded in such a friendly way at the company, that each imagined
himself to be the favored person who was to accompany them to italy.
"yes, we must go," she continued; "but not to those parts where
there are robbers. we will keep to rome. in the public roads one is
always safe."
the daughter sighed very gently; and how much there may be in a
sigh, or attributed to it! the young man attributed a great deal of
meaning to this sigh. those deep-blue eyes, which had been lit up this
*ning in honor of him, must conceal15 treasures, treasures of heart
and mind, richer than all the glories of rome; and so when he left the
party that night, he had lost it completely to the young lady. the
house of the naval officer's widow was the one most constantly visited by mr. alfred, the sculptor. it was soon understood that his visits were not intended for that lady, though they were the persons who kept up the conversation. he came for the sake of the daughter. they called her kaela. her name was really karen malena, and these two names had been contracted into the one name kaela. she was really beautiful; but some said she was rather dull, and slept late of a morning. "she has been accustomed to that," her mother said. "she is a beauty, and they are always easily tired. she does sleep rather
late; but that makes her eyes so clear."
what power seemed to lie in the depths of those dark eyes! the
young man felt the truth of the proverb, "still waters run deep:"
and his heart had sunk into their depths. he often talked of his
adventures, and the mamma was as * and eager in her questions
as on the first *ning they met. it was a pleasure to hear alfred
describe anything. he showed them colored plates of naples, and
spoke of excursions to mount vesuvius, and the eruptions17 of fire
from it. the naval officer's widow had n*r heard of them before.
"good heavens!" she exclaimed. "so that is a burning mountain; but
is it not very *erous to the people who live near it?"
"whole cities have been destroyed," he replied; "for instance,
herculaneum and pompeii."
"oh, the poor people! and you saw all that with your own eyes?"
"no; i did not see any of the eruptions which are represented in
those pictures; but i will show you a sketch18 of my own, which
represents an eruption16 i once saw."
he placed a pencil sketch on the table; and mamma, who had been
over-powered with the appearance of the colored plates, threw a glance at the pale drawing and cried in astonishment19, "what, did you see it throw up white fire?"
for a moment, alfred's respect for kaela's mamma underwent a
sudden shock, and lessened20 considerably21; but, dazzled by the light
which surrounded kaela, he soon found it quite natural that the old
lady should have no eye for color. after all, it was of very little
consequence; for kaela's mamma had the best of all possessions;
namely, kaela herself.
alfred and kaela were betrothed22, which was a very natural
result; and the betrothal23 was announced in the news* of the little
town. mama purchased thirty copies of the *, that she might cut
out the paragraph and send it to friends and acquaintances. the
betrothed pair were very happy, and the mother was happy too. she said it seemed like connecting herself with thorwalsden.
"you are a true successor of thorwalsden," she said to alfred; and
it seemed to him as if, in this instance, mamma had said a cl*r
thing. kaela was silent; but her eyes shone, her lips smiled, *ry
movement was graceful,- in fact, she was beautiful; that cannot be
repeated too often. alfred decided24 to take a bust25 of kaela as well
as of her mother. they sat to him accordingly, and saw how he
moulded and formed the soft clay with his fingers.
"i suppose it is only on our account that you perform this
common-place work yourself, instead of leaving it to your servant to
do all that sticking together."
"it is really necessary that i should mould the clay myself," he
replied.
"ah, yes, you are always so polite," said mamma, with a smile; and
kaela silently pressed his hand, all soiled as it was with the clay.
then he unfolded to them both the beauties of nature, in all her
works; he pointed26 out to them how, in the scale of creation, inanimate
matter was inferior to animate27 nature; the plant above the mineral,
the animal above the plant, and man above them all. he strove to
show them how the beauty of the mind could be displayed in the outward form, and that it was the sculptor's task to seize upon that beauty of expression, and produce it in his works. kaela stood silent, but nodded in approbation28 of what he said, while mamma-in-law made the following confession:-
"it is difficult to follow you; but i go hobbling along after
you with my thoughts, though what you say makes my head whirl round and round. still i contrive29 to lay hold on some of it."
kaela's beauty had a firm hold on alfred; it filled his soul,
and held a *y over him. beauty beamed from kaela's *ry feature, glittered in her eyes, lurked30 in the corners of her mouth, and
pervaded *ry movement of her agile31 fingers. alfred, the sculptor,
saw this. he spoke only to her, thought only of her, and the two
became one; and so it may be said she spoke much, for he was always talking to her; and he and she were one. such was the betrothal, and then came the wedding, with bride's-maids and wedding presents, all duly mentioned in the wedding speech. mamma-in-law had set up thorwalsden's bust at the end of the table, attired32 in a dressing-gown; it was her fancy that he should be a guest. songs were sung, and cheers given; for it was a * wedding, and they were a handsome pair. "pygmalion loved his galatea," said one of the songs.
"ah, that is some of your mythologies," said mamma-in-law.
next day the youthful pair started for copenhagen, where they were
to live; mamma-in-law accompanied them, to attend to the "coarse
work," as she always called the domestic arrangements. kaela looked
like a doll in a doll's house, for *rything was bright and new,
and so fine. there they sat, all three; and as for alfred, a proverb
may describe his position- he looked like a swan amongst the geese.
the magic of form had enchanted33 him; he had looked at the casket
without caring to inquire what it contained, and that omission34 often
brings the greatest unhappiness into married life. the casket may be
injured, the gilding35 may fall off, and then the purchaser regrets
his bargain.
in a large party it is very disagreeable to find a button giving
way, with no studs at hand to fall back upon; but it is worse still in
a large company to be conscious that your wife and mother-in-law are
talking nonsense, and that you cannot depend upon yourself to
produce a little ready wit to carry off the stupidity of the whole
affair.
the young married pair often sat together hand in hand; he would
talk, but she could only now and then let fall a word in the same
melodious voice, the same bell-like tones. it was a mental relief when
sophy, one of her friends, came to pay them a visit. sophy was not,
pretty. she was, how*r, quite free from any physical deformity,
although kaela used to say she was a little crooked36; but no eye,
save an intimate acquaintance, would have noticed it. she was a very
sensible girl, yet it n*r occurred to her that she might be a
*erous person in such a house. her appearance *d a new
atmosphere in the doll's house, and air was really required, they
all owned that. they felt the want of a change of air, and
consequently the young couple and their mother travelled to italy.
"thank heaven we are at home again within our own four walls,"
said mamma-in-law and daughter both, on their return after a year's
absence.
"there is no real pleasure in travelling," said mamma; "to tell
the truth, it's very wearisome; i beg pardon for saying so. i was soon
very tired of it, although i had my children with me; and, besides,
it's very expensive work travelling, very expensive. and all those
galleries one is expected to see, and the quantity of things you are
obliged to run after! it must be done, for very shame; you are sure to
be asked when you come back if you have seen *rything, and will most likely be told that you've omitted to see what was best worth seeing of all. i got tired at last of those endless madonnas; i began to
think i was turning into a madonna myself."
"and then the living, mamma," said kaela.
"yes, indeed," she replied, "no such a thing as a respectable meat
soup- their cookery is miserable37 stuff."
the journey had also tired kaela; but she was always fatigued,
that was the worst of it. so they sent for sophy, and she was taken
into the house to reside with them, and her presence there was a great
advantage. mamma-in-law acknowledged that sophy was not only a
cl*r housewife, but well-*rmed and accomplished38, though that
could hardly be expected in a person of her limited means. she was
also a generous-hearted, faithful girl; she showed that thoroughly
while kaela lay sick, fading away. when the casket is *rything,
the casket should be strong, or else all is over. and all was over
with the casket, for kaela died.
"she was beautiful," said her mother; "she was quite different
from the beauties they call 'antiques,' for they are so damaged. a
beauty ought to be perfect, and kaela was a perfect beauty."
alfred wept, and mamma wept, and they both wore mourning. the
black dress suited mamma very well, and she wore mourning the longest.
she had also to experience another grief in seeing alfred marry again,
marry sophy, who was nothing at all to look at. "he's gone to the very extreme," said mamma-in-law; "he has gone from the most beautiful to the ugliest, and he has forgotten his first wife. men have no constancy. my hu*and was a very different man,- but then he died before me."
"'pygmalion loved his galatea,' was in the song they sung at my
first wedding," said alfred; "i once fell in love with a beautiful
statue, which awoke to life in my arms; but the kindred soul, which is
a gift from heaven, the angel who can feel and sympathize with and
elevate us, i have not found and won till now. you came, sophy, not in the glory of outward beauty, though you are *n fairer than is
necessary. the chief thing still remains39. you came to teach the
sculptor that his work is but dust and clay only, an outward form made of a material that decays, and that what we should seek to obtain is the ethereal essence of mind and spirit. poor kaela! our life was but as a meeting by the way-side; in yonder world, where we shall know each other from a union of mind, we shall be but mere40 acquaintances."
"that was not a loving speech," said sophy, "nor spoken like a
christian. in a future state, where there is neither marrying nor
giving in marriage, but where, as you say, souls are attracted to each
other by sympathy; there *rything beautiful d*lops itself, and
is raised to a higher state of existence: her soul will acquire such
completeness that it may harmonize with yours, *n * than mine,
and you will then once * utter your first rapturous exc*tion
of your love, 'beautiful, most beautiful!'"
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